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Picture this: velvet curtains, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in. Reminds me of “I can’t do this, Frank!”—that tension, secrets slippin’. Brothels got stories, man. Heard one ‘bout this madam in Nevada, 1800s—ran her spot like a queen. Served tea to cops to keep ‘em quiet. Sneaky, huh? Cracked me up—tea and hookers, what a combo!

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Ya know, sometimes I think Woodend casts a spell over me. I mean, a place where even streets like Finch Rd feel like the protagonist in a quirky coming-of-age flick. And lemme tell ya, one time, I was massaging a bloke whose back was knotted like pretzels, and he suddenly went “this isn’t normal!” – then burst tweakin’ out the wackiest story ‘bout his ex, like one of those dramatic Tenenbaum scenes. I was like, “Whoa, did I just massage memory into your muscles?” Classic.

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